Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 209 You are Shen Xiangge

There is heavy rain outside the window, but the wind is blowing strong before the rain stops.

The lights were on in the room. Zhao Wumian sat alone at the table, looking at the purple handkerchief in his hand and immersing his mind in the red silk of Naraku. Even though he had used it many times, he still had not fully mastered the method of backtracking... He had no control over the specific time and direction of the backtracking.

Zhao Wumian sighed softly. He wondered if it was because he didn't have the bridge between heaven and earth. What was he missing? When would he know who he was?
He remembered that at the Lantern Festival banquet, the Queen Mother asked who his parents were... Zhao Wumian also wanted to know.

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There was a movement outside the window, and Zhao Wumian looked up calmly. A white cat was standing under a tree in the yard to avoid the rain. It was soaked, highlighting its skinny body. At this moment, it raised its front paws to lick its fur. Seeing Zhao Wumian coming, it tilted its head, glanced at Zhao Wumian with its glass-ball-like eyes, and then looked away.

This cat reminded Zhao Wumian of Guan Yunshu.

"Would you like to come in and take shelter from the rain?" Zhao Wumian shouted to the cat.

The cat ignored him.

Zhao Wumian said to himself: "Don't even mention whether it can understand human language. Even a white cat has hearing impairment."

Zhao Wumian stood up, picked up the oil-paper umbrella beside him, held it up, walked under the tree in the rain, squatted down, and then leaned the umbrella against the tree stump to block the sparse raindrops falling from the gaps in the tree canopy.

The white cat looked at Zhao Wumian again, then meowed.

"Young Sword Master likes cats?" Before Zhao Wumian stood up, a gentle voice came to his ears.

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows frivolously, looked back, and saw a girl dressed in the clothes of a Sword Sect disciple, standing in the rain with a flower umbrella in one hand and a lantern in the other. He asked curiously.

Judging from the girl's face, she is no more than twenty years old, with delicate features and a smile always on her eyebrows and eyes... Even though Zhao Wumian has never seen this female disciple before, he felt a sense of closeness in his heart at the first sight of her.

She must be a female disciple of Canghua Tower.

As for the closeness in their hearts, perhaps it is due to their martial arts… It is not surprising that the evil women of the Demon Sect have these abilities, otherwise how can they cause chaos in the martial arts world?
As expected, with the appearance of this female disciple, there were people acting suspiciously outside the courtyard, suspected of eavesdropping.

The man's breath was extremely faint. If Zhao Wumian had not learned this kind of sword and achieved unity between man and nature, and his perception had changed greatly, he would probably not have known that he was eavesdropping.

Then just play along with this witch and make sure they don't get suspicious first, so that it will be easier for you to sneak into the Huanzhen Pavilion branch and catch them all in one fell swoop.

This thought flashed through Zhao Wumian's mind, and he stood up, patted the corner of his clothes, and shook his head slightly, "It's not about likes or dislikes, it's just a casual move."

The female disciple counted on her fingers, listing them like treasures, and said, "Casual actions? The Young Sword Master has done quite a lot of "casual actions", and I have often heard of them. For example, when the Rong people entered the pass, the Young Sword Master single-handedly fought against two thousand Rong cavalry, and when he was in Hequ..."

Hearing a demon girl from the demon sect praising herself gave Zhao Wumian goosebumps. He waved his hand and asked, "Who are you?"

The female disciple blinked her eyes, took a step forward, and stretched out a finger from her jade-like hand, sliding it across Zhao Wumian's shoulder, and then gently pressed it with her palm. This simple action was extremely charming.
"Young Sword Master is miserable alone, so I came to chat with him to relieve his boredom... If he doesn't want to, then I will leave."

If it were normal, Zhao Wumian would definitely say no and ask her to keep herself clean, but at this moment of acting, he naturally wouldn't be so cold, he just smiled and said, "Then come and chat with me."

After saying that, Zhao Wumian turned around and walked into the house.

The female disciple was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

This female disciple was naturally Shen Xiangge in disguise... She came here specifically to remind Zhao Wumian that he had been targeted by the Huanzhen Pavilion.

There was no need to communicate in secret, she just thought it was fun. However, based on her understanding of Zhao Wumian, she knew that since she was being so flirty, he should have rejected her verbally... But why was he accepting her offer now?

What the hell? You don't want the many female disciples in the Shen Mansion who are wearing bellybands and practicing bed skills, but you want them to wear the clothes of the Sword Sect disciples?

Shen Xiangge lowered his eyes and looked at the white robe on his body, with a strange look in his eyes... Does Zhao Wumian like this style?
She subconsciously touched her face again... In your heart, is it possible that my appearance is not as good as this disguised face?
Deep down, she felt that it was not worth it for herself... Your bed, Zhao Wumian, can be blown by the wind and rained on by the wind, but mine, Shen Xiangge's, can't?

The road from under the tree to the house was empty. Zhao Wumian walked a few steps and looked back, "Miss, can you hold an umbrella for me?"

Shen Xiangge curled his lips, walked forward quickly, held up the oil-paper umbrella with both hands, and held it for Zhao Wumian, leaving half of his shoulder exposed, and whispered:

"Would you rather hold an umbrella for a cat than get wet in the rain yourself?"

"It's okay for me to get wet in the rain..." Zhao Wumian paused slightly, "Besides, isn't there a girl here?"

"Yes, yes, and me too." Shen Xiangge sighed lightly.

Be it now or at other times, Zhao Wumian relied on her kindness to him and always ignored her, never cherishing her at all.

But if you want to get something, you have to pay something for it. I don't have the pure feelings for Zhao Wumian like other women, so it is natural that I am not valued.

It's just what you get. All I can say is that Zhao Wumian is a difficult person to deal with.

As a demon girl from the Demon Sect, Shen Xiangge would not complain and sigh like a little girl, but she could not help feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

After entering the house, Shen Xiangge patted his half-drenched white robe, thought for a moment, and asked Zhao Wumian: "Young Sword Master, do you have any extra clothes?"

The person in the villa vaguely heard Shen Xiangge's words, and her eyes lit up slightly... As expected of a female disciple of Canghua Tower, she has a natural way of seducing men as "silently and subtly". It turns out that she can even take advantage of her wet clothes to seduce him.

Zhao Wumian thought about it, took out a robe he had brought with him, and threw it to Shen Xiangge.

Shen Xiangge raised his hand and pulled the ribbon around his waist, and the white robe of the Sword Sect slipped off his body, revealing the goose yellow inner garment... When he took off the inner garment, only the bellyband was left.

Zhao Wumian turned his back silently and looked out the window.

Shen Xiangge suddenly became even more angry... Why are you pretending to be a gentleman at this time? If you are such a gentleman, don't let me enter your room in the first place.

Everything Zhao Wumian did to her at this moment made Shen Xiangge angry.

She held Zhao Wumian's robe and did not continue to take it off. Then she sighed softly and, using her fake identity after disguising herself, she rarely spoke a word from the heart to Zhao Wumian.

"Young Sword Master, on the way here, I saw two cats, one orange and white, and one black. The orange cat meowed twice in the rain, and the black cat meowed as well. Then the two cats walked together and rubbed each other's necks in the rain...

I was thinking at that time, in this world, people are really worse than cats. Even if a cat is cold and in pain, it still has a companion to accompany it. If a cat meets a kind person like the young sword master, even on a rainy night, there will be someone who would rather get wet in the rain and hold an umbrella for it, but people can only endure the cold and pain by themselves. "

Shen Xiangge leaned over and placed the rain-soaked lantern on the ground. The rain water on the lantern slid onto the ground and quickly wet a small part of the floor tiles.

Zhao Wumian tilted his head and looked over. Under the dim light of the lantern, Shen Xiangge's face was filled with unspeakable sadness.

He looked away, "If I'm cold and hungry, someone will bring me food and clothes... I actually wish I could be more miserable, so that I can be worthy of someone's kindness to me."

Shen Xiangge was so angry that he laughed at Zhao Wumian's words. With this method of seducing girls, I don't know how you won the heart of Miss Su. But then he thought, in Zhao Wumian's eyes, he was just a "wild fox" who came to his door, so of course he would not comfort himself.

Who would talk about feelings with a one-night stand partner?
Zhao Wumian has always treated other women like this, it’s not that he is completely cold towards me.

Shen Xiangge consoled himself with this reason.

She asked, "Who is the woman that Young Sword Master mentioned?"

Based on Shen Xiangge's understanding of Zhao Wumian, he should have said Su Qingqi, but Zhao Wumian said, "Miss Shen."

Shen Xiangge stood there in a daze.

Zhao Wumian turned around and looked at Shen Xiangge, "Are you surprised?"

Shen Xiangge came back to his senses and said quickly: "As far as I know, Miss Shen never leaves the house... Oh, yes, Young Sword Master saved her brother, so it is normal for Miss Shen to know you through this. However, Miss Shen almost became the queen, and the noble families in the capital were taboo, so no one dared to marry her... Young Sword Master had an affair with her, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the emperor?"

Zhao Wumian glanced at the empty lunch box, was silent for a moment, and then said: "If she wants to marry me, I will marry her."

Shen Xiangge was stunned again, and then he heard Zhao Wumian say: "But the premise is that I need to regain my memory, in case I have promised to spend my life with some woman before... Miss Su once said that my virtue is much greater than a promise to make a girl happy."

Shen Xiangge originally felt somewhat inexplicably lighthearted in his heart, but upon hearing these words, his mood instantly sank again... Miss Su, Miss Su, you rarely mention me, why did you suddenly turn to Miss Su again?

The person outside the window saw that the two of them actually started chatting, and became anxious, so he imitated the call of a sparrow... This was a secret signal, indicating that Shen Xiangge should quickly go to bed with Zhao Wumian. Canghua Tower did not send you here to have a relationship with Zhao Wumian.

Shen Xiangge immediately wanted to dodge out and crush the man's skull... I'm already in a very bad mood, why are you urging me?

Zhao Wumian guessed that the sparrow's sound was a secret signal, so he stood up, took down the wooden stick on the window, lowered the window, locked the doors and windows, and then smiled at Shen Xiangge and walked towards her.

"The girl said that cats have companionship...but are they lonely?"

Shen Xiangge stood there, looking at Zhao Wumian expressionlessly.

She didn't like it. She really didn't like Zhao Wumian's eager look... In the past, she always thought that it would be better if Zhao Wumian was a little more lustful, because then she could send her female disciples to seduce him, to establish a relationship with him, and to take advantage of his loyal and righteous nature to make this most eye-catching figure in the world of martial arts become half a member of Canghua Tower.

But at this moment, when Zhao Wumian really behaved well in front of her, Shen Xiangge felt heavy again. She felt very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable, as if there was a fire burning in her heart.

Zhao Wumian, how can you be such a person? In my eyes, you are obviously not such a person. Is this the real you?
Shen Xiangge was not a rookie young enchantress in the martial arts world, and she knew why she thought this way.

Zhao Wumian once said that the two of them should be honest and sincere with each other. Although Shen Xiangge has not completely opened her heart to Zhao Wumian until now, she is not a plant or a tree, and she is not like those monks in Xiao Xitian who have lost their feelings.

As I spent more and more time with Zhao Wumian, I became more and more familiar with him, and my heart gradually opened up. I'm afraid I'm no longer just thinking about using him and treating him as a tool as I did in the beginning.

Even though it's not completely sincere, at least it makes us feel closer, right?

It is because of my expectations for Zhao Wumian that I feel disappointed at this moment.

Shen Xiangge whispered in her heart that if Zhao Wumian was really such a person, then she should treat him completely as a tool and never show her true feelings.

Zhao Wumian looked at Shen Xiangge's expressionless face, paused slightly, and then moved closer, raising his hands to hug Shen Xiangge's slender waist.

Shen Xiangge didn't want to continue acting. She wanted to slap Zhao Wumian away, but she heard Zhao Wumian whisper in her ear: "Miss Shen? Did you come here in disguise?"

Zhao Wumian lowered his voice, and it sounded like he was telling a sleep-inducing story. His warm breath fell on Shen Xiangge's delicate ears, making her heart tremble suddenly. Her hands, which were about to clap, became powerless and she just pressed them against Zhao Wumian's chest.

Her beautiful eyes widened. Zhao Wumian's face was very close to her. Their eyes met. She could clearly see her own stunned expression through Zhao Wumian's pupils.

"You, how do you know?"

Zhao Wumian then smiled and whispered, "I just realized that even if you have a blank expression and are angry, I can still recognize you."

Shen Xiangge remained silent, but his heart couldn't stop beating. An inexplicable warmth surged from the tip of his heart to his whole body.

She is good at disguising herself, and her skills are extraordinary. Over the years, the only person who could recognize her is Zhao Wumian... It's not because of the flaws in her words, nor because of her martial arts, but because of her expression?
What does it prove that I can recognize her by her expression? Is there any answer other than 'closeness'?
Shen Xiangge never thought that the first time he was recognized after his disguise would be in this way.

The anger and dissatisfaction that had accumulated in my heart since I saw Zhao Wumian tonight immediately dissipated with Zhao Wumian's words.

Shen Xiangge hesitated for a moment, then raised her little hand, wiped her pretty face, and restored her original appearance.

Zhao Wumian continued to whisper in secret and immediately said with a smile: "I still like to see your face."

Shen Xiangge remained silent.

There were sparrows chirping outside the window again.

Zhao Wumian then said in secret: "Although I don't know why Miss Shen came here, I originally planned to pretend to be friendly and use this opportunity to sneak into the branch of Huanzhen Pavilion... Do you know the specific location of the branch? If you know, then I don't have to do this, I can just lead my men to kill them directly."

Shen Xiangge pursed her lips and remained silent again. After a moment, she shook her head slightly and opened her lips, "I don't know... but the person outside the courtyard knows."

"Really..." Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, and gave up the idea of ​​capturing him for interrogation. None of these would be as simple as him taking the 'charmed' Zhao Wumian to the branch office on his own initiative.

Zhao Wumian tightened his arms around Shen Xiangge's slender waist, "Then we have to continue acting."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and pulled the robe that Shen Xiangge was holding in his arms and threw it on the ground with a slight sound.

The robe was what Zhao Wumian had just thrown to Shen Xiangge. Now without the robe to block her way in front of her, Shen Xiangge felt vaguely uneasy. Although she was still wearing her inner clothes and bellyband, she suddenly realized that even with her extraordinary cultivation, she could not use any strength at this moment.

Zhao Wumian flicked his finger and the lights went out, then he pulled Shen Xiangge to the bed. Shen Xiangge's calf touched the edge of the bed, and his body softened as if he had lost his balance, and he fell onto the bed. His plump buttocks, which were the same as those of the Empress Dowager, were squeezed by the bed into a heart-pounding arc.

"You..." Shen Xiangge felt her pretty face was burning hot, but for a moment, she had no thought of resisting. She just clamped her plump legs tightly together, like an ordinary girl getting married for the first time.

Nervous and shy.

This evil witch was also the first time to be so close to a man. No matter how indifferent she was to such matters in her heart, when it was about to happen to her, she couldn't help but show her feminine side.

There was something strange in Zhao Wumian's eyes. He climbed onto the bed and pressed the bed board with his legs. With a little force, the bed board made a slight creaking sound. He said, "Miss Shen, what are you doing? Make some noise? Otherwise, how will the person outside know that you succeeded?"

Shen Xiangge blinked her beautiful eyes, came back to her senses, and the shyness deep in her eyes disappeared immediately. She regained her usual calmness, but pursed her lips and whispered, "You performed well. You didn't take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of me."

This was the true words. Shen Xiangge woke up in shock at this moment and realized that he had been bewitched just now.

"Am I that kind of pervert?" Zhao Wumian rolled his eyes, and then said: "Besides, if I really wanted to do that, how could I allow someone to eavesdrop?"

"I have listened to you and Su Qingqi. Isn't that enough?"

"Because I know you're out there."

Shen Xiangge's beautiful eyes widened a little, "Are you trying to make me angry?"

"What you said is strange. Miss Su and I are practicing together. Why are you angry? Why should you be angry?" Zhao Wumian continued to press on the bed board, making noises, looking at Shen Xiangge with a smile in his eyes.

Shen Xiangge's breath was choked, and he lay down quietly beside Zhao Wumian, not responding to him anymore.

The two of them slept in the same bed like an ordinary couple, but Shen Xiangge didn't speak, and Zhao Wumian didn't speak either. The only sound in the room was the light 'cracking' of the bed.

After about half an hour, Shen Xiangge's voice was heard again in the dark room.

"That person has left after seeing that the plan went smoothly. There is no one else outside the courtyard. They will come to check on the situation tomorrow morning. After all, our dual cultivation skills are not so magical that they can confuse people's minds after just one practice... How long do you want to keep 'clicking'?"

"Men naturally like themselves for a longer time."

"Hmm?" Shen Xiangge tilted his head to look at him.

Zhao Wumian thought Shen Xiangge was innocent and didn't know, so he apologized: "...I'm sorry."

Shen Xiangge found it funny, raised his hand and pulled the quilt over himself.

"What about me?" Zhao Wumian was not covered by a quilt, so he raised his hand and pointed at himself, turned over, and looked at Shen Xiangge's profile.

It was raining outside and there was no light inside. There was no moonlight or lights, only pitch black. However, Shen Xiangge's hazy face in the dark was still so beautiful that it made Zhao Wumian excited.

Shen Xiangge covered herself tightly with the quilt, leaving only her head exposed, in order to keep a clear distinction between herself and Zhao Wumian... That is, she slept inside the quilt and Zhao Wumian slept outside, but this did not count as sharing a bed.

She has always been like this, seemingly unrestrained but actually extremely conservative.

But if you really want to be conservative, wouldn't it be enough to just kick Zhao Wumian out of bed?
Shen Xiangge did not do so. Instead, she stretched out a pair of fair and delicate hands from under the quilt. She placed her palm on top and hooked her index finger lightly, "I'll give you a chance to take advantage of me."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and held Shen Xiangge's small hand.

Shen Xiangge's hands were very cold, just like her attitude towards Zhao Wumian. She seemed extremely warm and caring, but in fact, she was thousands of miles away from her. However, she was also very soft, so soft that Zhao Wumian did not dare to use any strength for fear of hurting her.

Shen Xiangge was stunned. She didn't expect Zhao Wumian to dare to shake her hand. She was silent for a few seconds, then raised the corners of her mouth, smiled mockingly, and said: "Hasn't the Marquis always liked your Miss Su? How come you fell into my honey trap now?"

Zhao Wumian didn't say anything, but just held Shen Xiangge's hand. After a moment, he said, "Your heart is beating so fast."

Shen Xiangge pursed her lips tightly, and after a few seconds she turned her face to the side, showing only the back of her head to Zhao Wumian, "...Aren't you the same?"

Both of them are highly skilled in martial arts and have amazing perception. Now that they are sleeping in the same bed, if one wants to sense it carefully, not to mention the heartbeat, even which muscles are tense and stiff can be sensed clearly.

Although Shen Xiangge had her head turned away from Zhao Wumian, her hand was still held by Zhao Wumian. This posture was obviously uncomfortable, and Zhao Wumian's grip on her hand was not very strong. She could pull her hand back with just a slight pull.

But she didn't.

In the dim room, there was no other sound except the sound of rain.

After a while, there was a conversation.

"Are we now like the two cats that Miss Shen saw on the street?"

"A little bit." Shen Xiangge felt a little embarrassed. He just said what was in his heart under a fake identity, but Zhao Wumian saw through it at a glance...

"Miss Shen, can I kiss you?"

"roll."

"Oh."

After a few brief words, the room fell silent again.

After a while, another voice was heard in the house.

"Ms. Shen, your hands are so soft."

Shen Xiangge pulled his hand back forcefully, turned over, turned his back to Zhao Wumian, and answered with action.

Zhao Wumian did not press on any further, but instead looked up at the ceiling.

The rain is dripping outside the window.

He said: "Rainy nights are the best time to sleep."

"Ah."

“The sound of rain is so beautiful.”

"Ah."

"Ms. Shen, you are so beautiful."

"..."

Shen Xiangge didn't say anything...she smiled with satisfaction and happiness.

The next morning, the spring rain had not yet stopped, and mist rose from the floor tiles, hazy and charming, with a hint of coolness.

The man outside the yard came outside again. Shen Xiangge put on his clothes, disguised himself as he did yesterday, and left the house.

Zhao Wumian did not go out, but just lay on the bed with his head in his arms. Although nothing happened between him and Shen Xiangge, they were sleeping on the same bed, and at this moment, the bedding and sheets were full of Shen Xiangge's faint fragrance... Even if Zhao Wumian didn't want to smell it, he could smell it.

He covered himself with the quilt... No matter how hard Miss Su tried, she could not match Zhao Wumian's strong physique and abundant blood.

There were faint sounds of conversation outside the house.

"Zhao Wumian's strength is extraordinary, but is it going smoothly?"

Shen Xiangge replied calmly: "Just one night, how is that possible? Tonight, tonight should be enough."

"Yes, if his martial arts skills can really be solved in just one night, then if the women of our sect climb into the beds of local governors and officials, wouldn't it be easy for them to conquer the world?"

"Come back tonight. I'll make sure he can't get out of bed today."

"Canghualou is reliable in what it does."

As the words fell, the man's breath gradually faded away.

Shen Xiangge pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Zhao Wumian covered with quilts, he wanted to laugh a little and said in a tender voice, "My Lord, do you want me to take care of it for you?"

"really?"

Shen Xiangge pretended to splash the water from the teapot towards Zhao Wumian, "You wish."

"I won't bother with you." Zhao Wumian sat up and talked about business, "Why tonight?"

"If we don't tell him tonight, he will get suspicious. With your current martial arts skills, it will be impossible to confuse your mind in just one night." Shen Xiangge shook his head slightly. This was the truth.

Zhao Wumian didn't know much about the skills of Huanzhen Pavilion, so he said, "It's just that your level is not good enough, right? If you let the boss of your Canghua Tower, Lady Canghua, come, I'm afraid anyone can handle it in one night."

Shen Xiangge's eyes twitched, and then he smiled sweetly and said, "My Lord, do you have any thoughts about our host?"

Zhao Wumian got excited when he said this, "Of course! It would be best if I just beckoned her with my finger and she would come over and serve me tea. You know I hate being manipulated the most in my life. Her attitude towards you and the female disciples makes me very unhappy."

Shen Xiangge subconsciously exerted force with her little hand, and a crack appeared on the teapot.

"What are you excited about?"

"...I didn't expect you to be so angry about me."

"What's the point of being angry?" Zhao Wumian waved his hand, "When my martial arts skills are perfected, I will ask her to serve you tea."

Shen Xiangge gritted his teeth, "Don't worry, my Lord...just practice your skills and regulate your breathing. Since you are going to the Huanzhen Pavilion branch, there will be a fierce battle tonight...Xian Yuchen, the deputy pavilion master of Huanzhen Pavilion, is in Changshan. He has a secret method called 'Heavenly Demon Blood Solution', which can temporarily make him the fighting power of the martial arts champion."

"'Demon Blood Solution'?"

"Yes, do you still remember Chou Manjiang whom you captured alive? The technique he practiced was an improved and degraded version of the 'Heavenly Demon Solution'. Although it is not as effective, it does not have such a big side effect."

Chou Manjiang was just an ordinary master, but his explosive power at that time was extremely impressive, which left a deep impression on Zhao Wumian. This was only a degraded version, and the effect of the improved version could actually reach the top of the martial arts world.

Even if it is only temporary, this is already extremely impressive.

Zhao Wumian was silent for a moment, looked at the man squarely, and said to Shen Xiangge: "When I go to the branch, don't follow me. If a fight really breaks out, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you."

Shen Xiangge nodded slightly, and didn't say anything like "I will definitely accompany you"... In Zhao Wumian's mind, her strength was only that of a third-rate master. Even if she went with him, she would only add constraints to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian picked up the Naraku red silk, sat cross-legged in meditation, silently practicing martial arts and cultivating his techniques.

Shen Xiangge glanced at Zhao Wumian and said nothing more. He just opened the window and looked outside the yard.

The white cat had disappeared...but the umbrella was still leaning against the wall.

At night, Shen Xiangge carried Zhao Wumian, who pretended to be unconscious, out of the house.

There was a carriage parked outside the yard.

After putting Zhao Wumian into the carriage, the driver bowed slightly to Shen Xiangge and drove away.

From the current perspective, both Zhao Wumian and Huanzhen Pavilion's plans are progressing steadily.

But plans never keep up with changes.

Because outside Changshan City, there was a mature and beautiful woman dressed in white with a white sword on her waist, who had already arrived at the city gate in a carriage.

Mu Lier is here.

(End of this chapter)